Good Boys Don't

“I…”

“Virgo. I remember,” Curtis said nonchalantly, and tapped his head with one finger before offering Nate a sly smile. “Too fast for you?”

Nate’s mouth had dried from the heat burning inside his body, but it was the question—abstract for a guy who hadn’t experienced anything like this before—that rendered him mute. He’d always been taught, even if indirectly, that it was a woman’s job to be the gatekeeper of sex. That a man would never just stop himself from sex if it was offered. But none of that made any sense when two men were involved.

Curtis kissed Nate’s ear, then pulled on it with his teeth. “You can back out any time, but if you don’t, I promise it will be worth your while.” His scent enveloped Nate, intoxicating, fresh, but infused with arousal. This guy could have had anyone, yet he’d chosen Nate.

“You need to guide me through it,” Nate whispered, meeting Curtis’s intense eyes in what felt like an act of supreme bravery. “I’ve never had um… a boyfriend.”

There it was, out in the open. He had no experience and little knowledge of what was to happen, but he wanted it all.

Curtis nipped Nate’s chin and took the guitar out of his hand, safely putting it by the wall. “Let me know if something doesn’t feel right. I can’t wait to suck your cock dry.”

Nate became so lightheaded he had to grab Curtis’s arm. He’d entered another dimension, one in which he was an object of lust, and he couldn’t hate it no matter how much his sense of decency told him to.

Nodding was one of the few things he could do, but once consent had been given, his gaze focused on Curtis’s mouth, so wide, and hot, and more kissable than any girl’s. “I just… where do we start?” he uttered, cautiously moving his hand down his almost-lover’s chest, until it rested on the massive metal buckle depicting a crow.

“You’ve already started.” Curtis smirked and squeezed Nate’s rock-hard erection through his jeans. He didn’t waste time and went to his knees in front of Nate, making the world spin.

Nate’s focus was on the lips about to take his cock between them, and on the man who was so eager to pleasure him. Every fiber of Nate’s being wanted the touch, and he took a deep breath when Curtis opened his jeans and released the pressure on Nate’s erection. Only a layer of cotton separated him from the warmth of Curtis’s lips, but when their eyes met again, Nate was too overwhelmed to even remember he was about to get his first blowjob. Such a dirty thing to want, but he still longed to sink into the mouth of the most handsome man he’d ever met.

Without thinking, he petted the sides of Curtis’s head, gently combing his fingers through the long hair. He was at the mercy of an incubus, and powerless to resist.

“You are so handsome.”

Curtis’s dark eyes met Nate’s. “Do you even know how cute you are?” He pulled Nate’s boxers down in a languid move, making Nate gasp when his cockhead rubbed the stubble on Curtis’s face, and the man didn’t even flinch. “Turns me on to be your first.”

Nate nodded, pushing his fingers into the lush waves of hair. “Can’t wait to get away from home. Maybe I can see you again then,” he said, shutting his eyes in embarrassment. This was just a fling. He shouldn’t ask for anything else. It wasn’t as if Curtis could ever be interested in a wallflower like him.

Curtis smirked. “Eager. I like that.” He licked along the underside of Nate’s stiff cock, and that was enough to make pre-cum drip onto Curtis’s lips.

Nate was falling into quicksand so he gripped the long hair harder. “This…” How was this man even real?

He didn’t care. He wanted Curtis to tighten his lips around him and enclose him in that sweet mouth. Maybe he wasn’t meant for college romance? Maybe his thing was tattooed men built like walls of muscle. Would he become one of those slutty boys he’d read erotic stories about? Always chasing a chance to be in the bitch seat?

He whimpered when Curtis sucked in his cockhead, and the big hands once more found their way into Nate’s pants to squeeze his ass. Would they really go there as well? Right now Nate wanted everything he could get from Curtis. He wanted to even do stuff he didn’t know existed.

Half an hour ago, sneaking out to a concert had been the height of his illicit fantasies, but here he was, pressed against the door of a hotel room, with a hot guy swallowing his cock. Nate had never seen anything hotter than his own dick disappearing between Curtis’s lips.

It might have only been better if he could’ve had a taste of Curtis’s cock at the same time, but he’d then likely come within seconds and embarrass himself. “You’re so good at it,” he whimpered, focused on the steady motion of lips pulling closer to the head of his dick and leaving behind a sheen of saliva.